Fantasy Game: Infinite City

"Why did he die?!"

The three players heard the gunshots from before, and because they were worried about their companions, they gathered in the direction of the gunshots. When they ran nearby, they heard heavy footsteps gradually fading away, and the voice of old Morris became smaller and smaller.

When they walked away, the three of them walked into the room where the gunshots had been heard. They saw their companion's body separated from his head at the door. They were shocked and didn't know what to say. After a long pause, they resumed the conversation.

"Doesn't this copy say that he had to be taken to the prison cell at the manor first? How did he die?"

"I don't know. Maybe it's because of that old man? But this shouldn't be the case! Can't he exchange places with the killer? Logically, the killer shouldn't be able to find him right away, right?"

"Now that one person is missing, we have to hurry up and speed up the progress. There seems to be something wrong with this copy."

The three players quickly left their dead companions and quickly went to the attic of the manor. In the secret room of the attic, they found a shelf with some documents on it. The three players found several incomplete drawings and put them away.

These incomplete drawings are the structural drawings of the resurrection array. However, except for the dead player, the other three people do not know what this thing is. They only know that the sacrificial items found before may be related to it.

"Found it! What else do we need?"

"We're still missing the key to the secret room in the basement. Have you found it? Haven't you been to the basement before?"

"No, the key is most likely on the killer's person."

"Our abilities are limited. We definitely can't steal from the killer. Maybe we should hand these blueprints over to the NPC in charge of the mission first."

"Let's do it then. Let's leave the manor and hand over the blueprints."

The remaining three players quickly came to the window on the first floor, because the killer did not seem to come out for patrol again, and the traps set before were almost cleared by them. After triggering the traps in the window, they quickly left the main building of the manor.

"Why is there a horse here? And it looks wrong."

"Maybe this is the style of this copy."

They tried several times to mount the horse, but although it did not neigh, it ran away, and it seemed that it did not like these people very much.

The horse was only secondary. Without it, there was still no problem, but it would run a little slower. The three players quickly arrived at the gate, and then one by one, they stepped on the animal traps buried in the soil and covered with a thin layer of soil, and screamed continuously. It took a long time to break free from the traps and heal each other to recover to a healthy state. However, even though they screamed loudly, the killer did not come over. I don't know what he was doing.

"Confirmed. The person playing the killer must be a player. I don't believe that the NPC in the dungeon would be so insidious."

"Go quickly! Be careful or he might catch up and stab you!"

After escaping from the manor, the three players’ fleeing figures disappeared into the dim path.

At the same time, inside the manor.

"Don't you want to complete the resurrection ceremony? Why did you ask me to come here? From the screams I heard just now, the remaining few people must have stepped on the traps I set at the gate. They are probably running away now."

"Just run away, it doesn't matter, this is the one!"

Old Morris, who was carried on Han Zu's shoulders, pointed to a door next to him. The logo on the door was a painted fish, and the painting looked good.

When the door was opened, a cloud of dust blew in the face. Old Morris couldn't help coughing a few times, waving his hands to disperse the dust, and pointed to a place in the corner. Han Zu carried Old Morris in.

There were some display cabinets in the room, containing some fishing gear, fishing rods, fish hooks, floats and so on. There were also some large fish that were made into specimens. Their shapes looked very strange. I don’t know if there was a small mistake when making the specimens, or if they just looked like that. Han Zu had no interest in fishing, so he didn’t know much about it. He just used bamboo poles and branches to catch fish a few times by the river in the village when he was a child.

There were still a few chairs in the room. Han Zu pulled one over, casually dusted it, and put old Morris on the chair.

"This used to be my father's room. He liked fishing. My mother was very skillful. She made all these fishing rods and other fishing tools by herself. Let me think... It's in the cabinet below. Yes, that cabinet."

Although Han Zu was not quite sure why Old Morris brought him here, Han Zu still had a good impression of Old Morris. He opened the cabinet according to his instructions. Inside was a long box with metal corner guards on all four corners. He took out the box and placed it on the table. Han Zu turned his head and looked at Old Morris with some confusion.

"Old man, I want you to do me two favors. Although you don't want any reward, I always feel that it's not good to owe others. But you don't like money, and I don't have anything special. After thinking about it, the only thing I have is this revolver in my hand that has been with me all my life. But it seems that you don't want it, so I thought of this. Open it and take a look. It's yours."

"I really don't need any reward. Listening to your story can actually be regarded as my reward. I... click."

While talking to old Morris, Han Zu opened the long box. When Han Zu saw the things in the box with his peripheral vision, he fell in love with it at first sight. In the box was a beautifully crafted, sturdy and reliable spear.

"Ha! I knew you would like her, old man! Pick her up and try it out. She's yours now. Compared to just being able to catch fish, maybe she'll be more suitable in your hands."

Han Zu took out the spear and played with it. Indeed, this weapon really made Han Zu love it. The spear was based on a bolt-action rifle with a bayonet. In the barrel was a 20-centimeter-long short fishing spear with a prismatic barb at the tip. The tail of the spear was connected to a thin iron chain estimated to be 20 meters long. The iron chain was wrapped around the capstan under the barrel, and the other end was connected to the bolt rod replaced by the crank. In addition to being used as a bolt to load the gun, the crank could also be used as a reel to pull back the spear head connected by the chain after it was fired.

"The power to fire the spearhead can be ordinary bullets, but because it needs space to place the winch and the reel, this thing can only be loaded with one bullet at a time. How about it, not bad, right? This spear gun was made by my parents together. My father was responsible for polishing the gun body, and my mother was responsible for installing the chain, winch and reel. The big fish that was made into a specimen and looked weird was caught by my father and I using this thing."

"Yes, it is indeed a beautiful weapon. Does it have a name?"

"It doesn't matter. She's yours now. Give her a new name."

"How about calling her...Adriana?"

"Adriana? It's a nice name. Is there any story behind it?"

"It's not really an allusion. I just thought of a person, a beautiful woman with a strong heart and vicious means hidden under her beautiful appearance. That's it."

"That's quite fitting. Let's go. It's almost time. Let's perform the ceremony."

Putting the spear on his back with a strap, Han Zu carried Old Morris again and returned to the banquet hall on the third floor. After visiting the sacrificial items in the bag one by one, Han Zu went out to get a bottle of wine, and began what might be the last communication between him and Old Morris.

"Your second favor is just to tell other children who may come back to live a good life? You know this is nothing to me, don't you have anything else to do?"

"Ah, yes, there is nothing else. If there is anything, it is my horse. If the ritual succeeds, just give it to Dwight. If it fails, it will be given to you."

"You're not leaving it for other children?"

"Besides Dwight, my daughter is the only one who likes riding horses, but with my current relationship with my daughter, I don't think she would care."

"You really should have spent more time with your children before, otherwise it wouldn't have turned out like this. But even now, if you can have a good talk with them, there may still be some room for recovery. Are you sure you want to..."

"I know, but I'm an old man who's about to die. I don't know how many more years this body can last. But Dwight is different. If we can get him back, then the Morris family may be able to live the same way as when he was here. The children won't leave, and they can live happily together. And without an incompetent father like me, maybe they will live a better life."

"Don't say that. You have to support a whole family, and you are just..."

Old Morris waved his hand, interrupting Han Zu's words, drank the wine in the glass, took a last puff of cigarette, and with Han Zu's support, he stood up tremblingly and walked to the center of the ritual array. After rechecking the array, Old Morris nodded and said to Han Zu, perhaps the last words.

"Thank you for helping me. I know you don't like money, but to be honest, your appearance may be scary to others. I have a house by the river on the other side of the city. The deed to the house is hidden in the basement. The house is easy to find. There is only that building by the river. Let it be your residence. Maybe it can save you some trouble."

After saying this, Old Morris smiled with relief, nodded towards Han Zu, picked up the sharp ritual dagger beside him, cut his palm, and blood dripped onto the ritual sacrificial supplies. As the magic circle engraved on the ceiling began to flash, the resurrection ceremony officially began.

Han Zu felt a little sympathy for Old Morris and once thought about stopping him. Perhaps it would be a better choice for him to survive. However, before the magic circle was fully lit up, Old Morris's mutterings changed Han Zu's mind.

"My Dwight, father will take you home..."

Although the elderly Morris was so thin that he had difficulty walking, Han Zu saw an extremely firm belief in his eyes, as well as a father's desire for his children.

The light of the magic circle became brighter and brighter, gradually enveloping Old Morris. The dazzling light made it impossible for Han Zu to see Old Morris's appearance. He could only close his eyes and put his hands in front of his eyes to block the light.

"Om~~"

The light suddenly exploded with a soft buzzing sound, and a halo centered on old Morris appeared. It quickly began to spread in all directions until it passed over the entire manor, then gradually dimmed and disappeared.

After a long time, the dazzling light gradually dimmed and dissipated. Han Zu put down his left hand that was covering his eyes and slowly opened his eyes.

The magic circle was still there, but the offerings had been consumed. Old Morris disappeared into the magic circle, leaving only his old-fashioned navy revolver lying alone on the floor. Picking up the pistol, Han Zu looked around the room, but he didn't see anyone and there was no movement.

"It seems the ritual has failed."

Han Zu shook his head, poured a glass of wine, lit a cigarette and put it on the glass. He lit another one, took a puff, exhaled the smoke, and muttered to himself.

"Hope you find your boy Dwight, old Morris."

He poured a glass of wine, clinked it with the glass, drank the liquor in the glass, put down the glass, and with a cigarette in his mouth, Han Zu was ready to turn around and leave. He didn't say anything else. Old Morris's story really touched him. In his heart, Han Zu actually hoped that Old Morris and his Dwight could survive, at least one of them could survive. But reality may always be cruel.

"Om~~"

However, before Han Zu reached the door, the magic circle on the ceiling behind him made a buzzing sound again. Han Zu turned his head suddenly and saw a wriggling ball of light in the center of the magic circle on the ceiling. The light ball quickly rotated and stretched, and soon formed a mirror-like thing. Something was coming out of the "mirror".

Taking a few quick steps to the bottom of the "mirror", Han Zu stretched out his arms, placed them under the "mirror", and steadily caught a person. This person was a middle-aged man, very dirty and covered in dust, as if he had rolled around in a dying fire. His right hand was tightly holding something, and from the exposed part, it seemed to be a necklace. He looked very similar to old Morris, 90% of the same. This should be old Morris' eldest son Dwight.

"Ahem... Ahem! Where am I?"

Dwight slowly woke up, coughed a few times, and came back to consciousness. Seeing Han Zu, who had a ferocious appearance in front of him, Dwight did not feel afraid.

Han Zu put Dwight down and helped him to a chair nearby. Just as Han Zu was hesitating whether to tell him about old Morris, the "mirror" that had not disappeared yet lit up again.

Han Zu hurried over and opened his arms to catch the second person. This time, the "mirror" of the magic circle disappeared after the second person appeared. Han Zu lowered his head, looked at the familiar face, and couldn't help laughing. However, due to the horrible voice of this body, his laughter sounded very creepy.

"Hahahaha! Old man! You're not dead! Hahahaha!"

"Alas... I failed. Maybe I need to..."

Old Morris was very disappointed and in a low mood, but Han Zu patted Old Morris's face and gently turned his head to the other side, looking towards Dwight's position.

"Fuck you! Old man, look who he is?!"

"D..Dwight? Dwight! Dwight!! Oh my Dwight, my...Ah! Hahahahahahaha!!! Alive! Alive!!"

Old Morris was so excited that he laughed like a madman. His steps were so shaken by the joy. He rushed to his child who had come back from the dead. Tears of joy flowed down his face uncontrollably. He could not speak. He just checked Dwight's body to see if he had any injuries. Then he hugged Dwight tightly. Apart from laughter and tears, Old Morris could not say anything else.

"Father, what's wrong with you? Who is this gentleman? Where are we now?"

However, Old Morris was now immersed in great joy and did not hear what Dwight said. Han Zu smiled and shook his head, handed Dwight a cigarette, and talked to Dwight about what Old Morris had told Han Zu before.